My name is Mel-Ann Collie,
though friends just call me Mel,
so listen up to the tale
that I’m about to tell.
I’d reached rock bottom,
was in deep despair,
there was no warmth or
colour anywhere.
Each day had become
somewhat colder,
the world weighed heavily
on my shoulder.
I felt broken, lost,
devoid of feeling
lying in bed
staring at the ceiling,
wondering how
to continue on
through the bleak,
oppressive dawn.
In the midst of
this painful sorrow
I could see no future
or a tomorrow.
My saving grace
was Poppy Angel:
a faithful pet who
was more than able
to get me through
the desolation
and help overcome
the isolation.
She would nuzzle
in to my neck,
not caring one bit
that I was a wreck,
pulling me through
many a day,
keeping my negative
thoughts at bay,
while licking my face,
wagging her tail,
lifting my spirits
without fail.
This was better than
any doctor’s pill,
healing my soul,
healing the chill
of a thousand
winters held inside,
letting me cross
the great divide
from dark to
light to live again,
and all because
of my furry friend.
